I have said before that I am continually amazed by this thing called 'the creative process'. Some years ago now I became bedazzled by the image of these skeletal seadheads growing up the sides of a beautiful blue beach hut and had so much energy to make the paintings that came from that encounter. It was late summer when the shadows start to elongate that I was struck. This year lo and behold late summer walking down the back of the beach huts I was struck again but this time Hollyhocks had seaded themselves and had had their summer glory and now although still holding onto a few flowers they were producing their seads.What hope this image conjures up for me, and this is the word I will go forward with into the autumn.
HOPE
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